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maskormenacelogs2015-11-20 04:33 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event log,
- adam parrish | n/a,
- kang | n/a,
- † akito/agito wanijima | fang king,
- † anastasya griffin | the necromancer,
- † athos | n/a,
- † atomic robo | n/a,
- † barnaby brooks jr. | n/a,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † bucky barnes | winter soldier,
- † cassandra wayne | batman,
- † cindy moon | silk,
- † clary fray | shadowhunter,
- † commander shepard | blasto,
- † d'artagnan | n/a,
- † daisy johnson | quake,
- † dick grayson | nightwing,
- † dipper pines | n/a,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † duncan jackson | heimdall,
- † ellie langford | n/a,
- † ford pines | n/a,
- † francis urquhart | n/a,
- † gaby teller | chop shop,
- † grey | n/a,
- † hartley rathaway | the pied piper,
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † helena | n/a,
- † hinami fueguchi | n/a,
- † inuyasha | inuyasha,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † jonathan joestar | n/a,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † kotetsu t. kaburagi | wild tiger,
- † lucy pevensie | the valiant,
- † luke castellan | n/a,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † manolo sanchez | n/a,
- † max caulfield | n/a,
- † maya fey | the pink princess,
- † michael jon carter | booster gold,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † naruto uzumaki | n/a,
- † nicolas demidov | seeking snow,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † pacifica northwest | n/a,
- † perry the platypus | agent p,
- † qubit | n/a,
- † raina | n/a,
- † reggie mantle | n/a,
- † richard gansey | raven king,
- † rick grimes | n/a,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † saint walker | n/a,
- † samara | the justicar,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † satya wallace | n/a,
- † skull man | dcn-036,
- † ted kord | blue beetle ii,
- † teddie | n/a,
- † the (twelfth) doctor | n/a,
- † tobias matthews | n/a,
- † touka kirishima | rabbit,
- † yuri petrov | lunatic
OH, SUGAR, SHE'S REFINED ALWAYS NORMAL PRICED
WHO: imPorts!
WHERE: De Chima, Virginia.
WHEN: November 20th, 4:00 - 10:00 PM.
WHAT: Registration in motion, with a little baking on the side!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed. OOC sign-ups for good deeds and the thankfulness wall can be found HERE.
When imPorts walk into the Swear-In, they will be confronted with a rather homey sight, despite the fact that they were requested to wear semi-formal clothing. All along the hall are long tables set up in front of the stage, and each place at the table is already set up with plates and cutlery, as well as familiar American Thanksgiving iconography such as cornucopias and decorative squash and pumpkins. At each place setting there is a sealed envelope. Once opened, imPorts will discover that children's drawings are inside, and while some of them are drawings of Thanksgiving and families, others are drawings of famous imPorts that the children had seen around town. On the back of each drawing is the child's name and age, a sweet addition to tug at the heartstrings.
Across the stage, a banner reading PAY IT FORWARD is hung. Once everyone is seated - or is at least standing by the sidelines in a quiet manner - a man in a well-tailored suit and a gleaming white smile steps up to the podium, tapping on the microphone twice as a sound check before clearing his throat. He's a man in his mid-30s, with brushed brown hair and a pleasant, handsome face to go with his sonorous voice. His speech is as follows:
With a winning smile to the cameras at the back of the room, the man steps off the podium, and the festivities begin.
Each imPort will find themselves served with traditional American Thanksgiving fare, complete with vegetarian options with a helpful waitstaff hovering around, refilling glasses and making sure that no plates go empty for long. Today of all days, select people from the non-imPort population have been invited to break bread with the imPorts, but there's no hostility to be found; they have been chosen for their unerring etiquette, though there are a few beaming children from the Granted Dreams Foundation present, quick with questions at every turn.
At the back of the room are a collection of tables. Paying it forward may be a concept that is occasionally restricted to buying coffee or helping neighbours, but for all of the less outgoing imPorts, there are a list of charities that need volunteers in the upcoming weeks: soup kitchens, English teachers, animal shelters and more are eagerly represented.
On the eastern wall of the room is a small banner that reads: I'M THANKFUL FOR... Underneath it is a small table with post-it notes and pens in a variety of colours on it, and all attendees are encouraged to write down what it is that they're thankful for, though there's certainly nothing stopping them from causing a little mischief. The contents of the notes will be listed HERE.
For all of those that tire of the endless good cheer and food and want to do a little work of their own, there's a hallway that leads to a huge room with several kitchens inside. At each workstation there are ingredients and recipes for an assortment of cookies from chocolate chip cookies for the novices to tuiles for the more senior bakers. A note on each recipe lets the bakers know that the cookies they bake will be packaged up and shipped off to charity... but surely, nobody will notice if imPorts sneak a taste or two of their own hard work.
WHERE: De Chima, Virginia.
WHEN: November 20th, 4:00 - 10:00 PM.
WHAT: Registration in motion, with a little baking on the side!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed. OOC sign-ups for good deeds and the thankfulness wall can be found HERE.
When imPorts walk into the Swear-In, they will be confronted with a rather homey sight, despite the fact that they were requested to wear semi-formal clothing. All along the hall are long tables set up in front of the stage, and each place at the table is already set up with plates and cutlery, as well as familiar American Thanksgiving iconography such as cornucopias and decorative squash and pumpkins. At each place setting there is a sealed envelope. Once opened, imPorts will discover that children's drawings are inside, and while some of them are drawings of Thanksgiving and families, others are drawings of famous imPorts that the children had seen around town. On the back of each drawing is the child's name and age, a sweet addition to tug at the heartstrings.
Across the stage, a banner reading PAY IT FORWARD is hung. Once everyone is seated - or is at least standing by the sidelines in a quiet manner - a man in a well-tailored suit and a gleaming white smile steps up to the podium, tapping on the microphone twice as a sound check before clearing his throat. He's a man in his mid-30s, with brushed brown hair and a pleasant, handsome face to go with his sonorous voice. His speech is as follows:
"Good afternoon, imPorts, friends, family, and all of the above! I realize that we're a few days shy of Thanksgiving, but hopefully you'll forgive us for getting into the spirit a little early. Here in America, we treasure Thanksgiving because we have an awful lot to be thankful for. Just take a look outside; all around, you'll see neighbour helping neighbour. We take care of our own.
We are in difficult times, but that has not impacted the American spirit! No, more than that, such difficult times are what makes us stronger. It is up to us not only to show how strong our forces are, but how strong our hearts are as well. To that end, I ask each and every one of you to look outside of yourselves today, and to show the world what good, kind people Americans are, everything that the Russians are not. We are not built on military force alone, but in the goodness on our homefront, in gestures as small as volunteering at the local food shelter, or helping an elderly neighbour mow the lawn.
To that end, my friends, I urge you to do good this Thanksgiving, and to help your neighbours and friends. I have faith in your ability to do so. Thank you, and eat well! God bless you all."
With a winning smile to the cameras at the back of the room, the man steps off the podium, and the festivities begin.
Each imPort will find themselves served with traditional American Thanksgiving fare, complete with vegetarian options with a helpful waitstaff hovering around, refilling glasses and making sure that no plates go empty for long. Today of all days, select people from the non-imPort population have been invited to break bread with the imPorts, but there's no hostility to be found; they have been chosen for their unerring etiquette, though there are a few beaming children from the Granted Dreams Foundation present, quick with questions at every turn.
At the back of the room are a collection of tables. Paying it forward may be a concept that is occasionally restricted to buying coffee or helping neighbours, but for all of the less outgoing imPorts, there are a list of charities that need volunteers in the upcoming weeks: soup kitchens, English teachers, animal shelters and more are eagerly represented.
On the eastern wall of the room is a small banner that reads: I'M THANKFUL FOR... Underneath it is a small table with post-it notes and pens in a variety of colours on it, and all attendees are encouraged to write down what it is that they're thankful for, though there's certainly nothing stopping them from causing a little mischief. The contents of the notes will be listed HERE.
For all of those that tire of the endless good cheer and food and want to do a little work of their own, there's a hallway that leads to a huge room with several kitchens inside. At each workstation there are ingredients and recipes for an assortment of cookies from chocolate chip cookies for the novices to tuiles for the more senior bakers. A note on each recipe lets the bakers know that the cookies they bake will be packaged up and shipped off to charity... but surely, nobody will notice if imPorts sneak a taste or two of their own hard work.
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Yeah, damn bastards.
[His own hand reaches up and imitates Dick's, rubbing the back of his own neck as he looks back at the crowd back there. The soft glare practically blanketing over his face.
But it seems like the fuse dies with the few moments to actually calm down, heaving one more sigh before turning back to Dick.]
How was the food?
[Important teenage boy questions!]
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[ Dick gives an overly solemn, gently sarcastic thumbs-up. It's not that he hates it here (he doesn't) and it's not that he doesn't love his country (he likes it well enough, at least), but he knows propaganda when he hears it. He understands the need for it, or at least what they must perceive as the need for it, but it leaves a poor taste in his mouth, regardless. And it doesn't exactly take the world's greatest detective to guess that Kaneda's... well... ]
And it's totally not your scene, is it?
[ More polite than "so where are you from," but it gets the idea across. ]
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Doesn't beat udon, whatever it is.
[A pause.]
Neo Tokyo, Japan.
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Neo Tokyo? What happened to regular Tokyo?
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So far, none.]
World War III. [He says it airly, like it was something he'd learned in school more than experiencing it. And to explain a little better, his hands bunch together into a little ball. Pulling apart with a soft 'pew' sound. A halfassed version of an atomic bomb.]
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[ Well. Okay. That would do it. They don't exactly coach a guy on what to say to that during basic manners lessons, though. ]
No wonder you don't want to hear this stuff. Talk about adding insult to injury...
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Idiots.
[Although his gaze is directly to the speaker and the ones cheering, before giving a simple flip of his hair and turning away from them completely.]
Was just on my way out. You?
[You're a little too far on the outskirts to be mingling and catching up, in his opinion.]
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I'm gonna stick around for a while. These things have a way of getting... [ handwave. ] You know. I might not be much help in a crisis, but I don't want to ditch my friends if something happens.
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[But he can understand that. He's been at the tail end of these things getting...you know one too many times.]
Sabriel says they kinda go in a pattern. One month shit goes down, the next it's fine. Then it's shit the month after that.
Weird, huh.
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[At least, he doesn't. It's not like Halloween went all too swimmingly. Maybe it's just a bad year! Or maybe this place sucks.]
Presents, trees, some guy sneaking into your house...and now just tack on 'possible death' to round it out, yeah?
[That's literally all he knows about Christmas, anyway.
He snaps his fingers, his bike appearing in front of them as he leans over to open up that glove compartment and slide those recipes in.]
Byyyy the way, we're still on, right? Our race?
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That thought gets pushed to the back of his mind the second the bike appears. ]
Whoa! How did you do that?
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One of my powers.
[There's another snap of his fingers, and it disappears--only to reappear when he snaps them again.]
Saves a ton on parking!
[Not that he...pays for it anyway.]
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Where does it go?
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[Hm.]
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Maybe it's...in between dimensions or something.
[see: cameos in other forms of media]
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I hope it doesn't get scratched in there.